I Am a Forensic Scientist

Ning An’s KPIs six months ago:

Traffic accident investigations: 12 (✓)

Cigarettes given to his mentor: 437 (✓)

Coworkers driven home: 28 (✓)

Six months later.

An old man dies suddenly at the train station, gold is stolen from the funeral home, and 21 body boxes turn up in the wilderness…

Ning An hugs his thermos. “Mentor, didn’t you say there were no major cases in the county town?”

His mentor gazes at the sky, a Zhonghua cigarette between his lips. “…Don’t those look like pieces of your Third-Class Merit?”